CHAPTER SIXTY

JESSICA'S POV.

I found myself standing in a serene meadow, surrounded by vibrant wildflowers that swayed gently in the soft breeze. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of honeysuckle, and the sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow. It felt like a dream, a beautiful dream.

As I took in the breathtaking surroundings, I noticed a figure slowly emerging from the shimmering mist. It was my mother, again, a woman I had never known in real life. This dream was the only place I could ever meet her. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and anticipation as she drew closer.

Her presence was ethereal, her face radiant with a loving smile. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth and tenderness that I had longed for my entire life. I reached out to touch her, to feel the connection that had been absent from my existence.

But as my fingers grazed her arm, a sudden chill filled the air. The sky darkened, and the once peaceful meadow transformed into an eerie, nightmarish scene. The flow